To the Ortho's

Yesterday was the first day the girls were going for a braces tightening together. B hadn't had hers tightened yet and K was an old pro. The conversation in the car went something like this....

k, "Are you farting yet?" (she has lots'o gas when she gets nervous!)

b, "Yes, I have been for awhile. I will really need to go when we get about 10 minutes away."

k, "It's not that bad. As long as you get Kim or the new lady."

b, "What if I don't get them?"

k, "They're the nicest. Hopefully Dr. N won't yell at you like he yells at me."

b, "I am good at brushing my teeth. My gums aren't swollen like yours. Just to make sure, I'll have some water to cool them down."

k, "I brush right, but my gums are genetically puffy." (That's questionable!)

b, "I think I am going to hurl. Remember the time I threw up on Kara?"

k, "Whenever Dr. N yells at me I zone him out and think about the cute boy at school I like. Today, my friend threw my hat right in front of him so he would have to give it back to me."

b, "Did he pick it up?"

k, "No, he didn't see it. I was so embarrassed!"

Lots of giggling.

OK, it sounded funnier in the car and I couldn't write down all the good stuff while driving. Plus they would have said, "Are you writing that for your blog?!" Both wound up having puffy gums and the Dr must have been in a bad mood because usually he calls me sweetheart. I got my 100th explanation of how to brush their teeth which I smiled and nodded to, all the while thinking of how WW3 would ensue if I even tried to brush K's teeth. Even mentioning brushing sends her over the edge.

The good news is that we had cupcakes from the absolute best cupcake store ever (yes, after the dentist)! I had a cupcake called "hostess with the mostest" and it was 4000 times better than a Hostess cupcake (which I happen to love). B had a chocolate chip one and K had vanilla/vanilla. My mouth is watering just thinking about them. Good thing I live a good 45 minutes away from there!

When did they grow up?

There once was a time when Toys R Us was the Holy Grail to my kids. They ate, slept and dreamed of toys. Every occasion for them(OK, maybe not all...) was marked with a toy. Dr's appt.... let's go to Toys R Us, grew 2 inches....let's go to Toys R Us, good report card......let's go to Toys R Us....you get the picture. Today they both had dentist cleaning appointments. I won't get into the disaster that was my kids dentist history. Let me sum it up with lots of tears (mine and theirs), big bills(no dental insurance) and lots of cavities. Every trip that we survived, equaled a trip to Toys R Us. In the past 2 years, it turned to every cleaning without a cavity equaled a trip to Toys R Us. Yes, they have improved at the dentist. Today neither had a cavity. K had her last trip from the tooth fairy last night, B has one more trip from the TF. This in itself is bittersweet.

So, naturally, we head to Toys R Us. We walked around TRU for 20 minutes. The girls pointed to a few things. I walked through the baby car seat and swing aisle just for kicks. Actually I was checking things out for when my sister gets pregnant. I do not want to be the "old mom" that didn't know some swings go side to side now with mobiles over them instead of the 'old' back and forth plastic edition. We went through the Little People section of Fisher Price and wished that we still had them strewn over the family room because they have some cute new animals and things. We walked through Barbies, Polly Pocket, Hannah Montana, Dolls, Littlest Pet Shop, and the Bratz section. There was NOTHING that they wanted so badly that they HAD TO HAVE IT..... N-O-W!!!!! They actually didn't see anything that they really wanted. WTF?! This has never happened to them. We went into the bike section and K suggested a Pocket Mode Scooter for $179 for her birthday. B wanted Mario Party 8 for the Wii. (Hmm, not willing to spend $50 on no cavities). So we left Toys R Us with nothing. Did you hear me? WE LEFT TOYS R US WITH NOTHING!!!!!!

We then went to Cold Stone Creamery where I proceeded to drown my sorrows in a waffle bowl with chocolate ice-cream and white choc. chips. How did this happen? Are clothes going to be the reward of choice now? Maybe a trip to Borders. I don't know, but this is going to take some getting use to. Even K was upset by the fact that she didn't really want anything. She was practically apologizing for not seeing anything she really wanted. Bottom line: My babies are out growing "toys" and I am really not sure I am ready for the next stage.